His king is no autocrat but a dotard whose authority has long been a polite fiction.
The Bernard Shaw you contemplate is dead, and cannot be resuscitated by an ancient specter exactly like every other old dotard with a white beard, piping and croaking into a .
Max Helpmann's Lepidus is an aridly pompous dotard of a triumvir, and Lewis Gordan's Enobarbus employs something resembling the barbed antics of Lear's Fool as he tries to jar .